The youngest Timberlake

2. Did somebody say Fallon?

The sun shone through the glass windows as I drowsily opened my eyes. I stretch and turn over to find my gold iPhone charging on the dark bedside table. 8:30. We have to leave for the flight to New York City soon and Silas, as per usual, is still asleep. Being the nice sister I am, I decide to wake him up in the nicest way possible. Pouring ice water on his head. Imma great sister.

I some how manage to haul myself out of bed and towards the mini fridge situated under the television in the spacious living area. Opening the fridge I find several different brands of bottled water. I pick the largest one and go back into the bed room and find Silas' bed.

I unscrew the bottle and proceed to pour the icy water on his face. Silas screams as he wakes up from his slumber and begins to thrash around, trying to unwrap himself from the previously taught covers.

"WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR" he yelled staring at me with bewilderment.

"Well, you told me to wake you up" I stated matter-of-factly.

"I asked you to wake me up without giving me pneumonia"

"If you wanted to be babied, you should've asked Mom to wake you up"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in" I call

Mom, looking ravishing, entered into the room with Dad.

"Hey kid's so we're- why is Silas wet?" asked Mom

"This ass hole decided to wake me up with icy water"

"Language" Dad warned

An hour later Dad had collected my bags and we were all in the SUV on the way to the airport. Mom in the front seat and the rest of us in the back. I rested my head on Dad's shoulder as he scrolled through Instagram.

"I missed you Daddy" I whispered.

"I missed you too sweet heart" he whispered back, kissing my forehead.

****

"New York!!! Concrete Jungle where dreams are made of" sang Dad as we got off our flight from Vegas.

"Dad must you sing everything. We get it, you're talented. But shhh" Silas said with annoyance. He's always annoyed when he gets off a flight. It's the air sickness.

"Aww does wittle Silas' tummy hurt," I say in my baby voice

"Oh just shut up" he snapped

It's currently 12:30 in the afternoon. So Nathaniel and his family should be waiting for us inside. As we emerge out of the terminal I see him. His eyes such a rich chocolate brown you could get lost in them, his body, chiselled and covered by a dark black shirt and jeans that make him even more attractive.. if that was even possible.

"Hey what's up my man" calls Jimmy as he and Dad bro-hug. Their bromance is so cute. Not gonna lie I ship it. Nope scrap that, I yacht it.

"Hey, nothing much, what's up with you my man," Dad says, doing his famous and incredibly accurate impersonation of Uncle Jimmy.

"I don't talk like that"

"Whatever you say bro, whatever you say"

I give a short greeting to Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Nancy and Winnie, hoping that I can avoid talking to Nate. But to no avail, our eyes lock. It's as though the whole world melts away and it's just us. He's become even more handsome since I last saw him.

"Hey Troian"

"Hey, Natey" I manage to get out. I step forward to give him a hug. One that lasted a little too long to be friendly. Like you know those hugs that you maybe give a friend or a family member that you only ever speak to when you're arriving at an event or leaving? Yeah, this was not one of them. When I let go I look to see if anyone was watching us and of course, Silas and Winnie both were. Silas mouths just friends? and smirks as he Winnie follow our parents and Nate's to baggage claim.

"How's your summer been?" Nate asks awkwardly

"You of all people have no right to ask me how any of my summers have been. Ever." I snap. Why did I snap? Oh my god I'm such an idiot. So much for starting fresh and forgetting the VMAs.

****

"And this is your room Troian" exclaims Uncle Jimmy. That man has so much enthusiasm. The room I enter is lovely. The king sized bed is white with an assortment of pillows in various hues of grey and an aqua pillow front and centre. The wall behind the bed is a light grey and dark wood bed side tables accompany the matching dresser which held the television. The sliding doors to the right of the bed opened up to a large balcony and a nearby dark wood table held a tray with an assortment of my favourite snacks. A door to the left of the television opened onto an en suite bathroom. I turn to uncle Jimmy,

"Uncle Jimmy this is perfect, thank you so, so much"

"No problem my man, as you kids say 'gimme some'"

He puts his fist out for a fist bump and just before we make contact he wraps his hand around my fist.

"Seriously Jimmy, You did it again," Dad says entering the room, his voice rising to a high pitch.

"Dude, you know I don't get out much"

"Ain't that the truth" my Dad states sarcastically as he exits the room.

****

"That's all for tonight. I'd like to thank Justin Timberlake, Jason Segel and Alessia Cara for being her tonight. Good night!" uncle Jimmy signs off on the tonight show.

Silas, Winnie, Nate, Mom and I exit Dad's dressing room and go to meet him and Uncle Jimmy in the hallway. They explain that they are all going out to dinner and get drinks with aunt Nancy and they'll see us at home. We exist the building and divide into our two separate SUVs one going to the bar and one going back to the Fallon's.

When we finally get in the front door it's about 9:30pm. So being total lazy teenagers we decided to sit down and binge watch something on Netflix. Nate and Winnie go and start to find binge worthy snack choices which was a bad idea. It left me and Silas alone, with a remote. After about 10 minutes of screaming insults we finally decide on Stranger things because lets face it, we weren't going to stop fighting unless we played that show as a compromise.

At about 12:30 I decide to call it a night, I have a photoshoot for Mary Claire tomorrow morning. I trudge my way up to my room and get myself ready for bed. I opened my suitcase and found my book The Selection by Kiera Cass and began reading. I got so lost in the story I was startled by the knock on my door. Placing my book on the bed I call

"Come in"

It's Nate. Wearing a well worn white T-shirt, so worn that the outline of his abs can be seen through the oh so soft looking material and black sweatpants. His hair was messy and made him so effortlessly attractive.

"We need to talk about the VMAs. I can't hold this back anymore"

A/N

Wassup Y'all. So will the next chapter be the chapter where you find out what happened at the VMAs. Tbh I don't even know. But what you guys think about #Trate (is that a good ship name? suggest some down below :)).

Thats all for now ya'll

This has been Timberbiel, Tennessee kid's, I'm out.